Buttons
I inherited my button basket many years ago from an old friend who was moving. This basket was passed along to her, and I know one day, I shall pass the basket to someone else.
If I put the basket on a table, it won't take long before someone has the lid off, and their fingers are playing, their fingers digging, swirling, tickling the buttons.
I don't know if it is the feel, the colours, the age of the buttons or the sound they make as you pour them back in that attracts you to the button basket.
Each button tells a story of a garment they were intended. Very large buttons to the tiny ones.
I wonder if I had buttons similar to these on my dresses and blouses when I was a little girl.
In this basket are also buttons from outfits I had made for my daughters, sweaters for my sons, and knitted items of clothing for my grand kids.
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| Day # 18 "Buttons" |
How many people remember having to bring buttons to elementary school, as math counters?
Button, button, who has the button!
See you tomorrow with Day # 19 photo!
Jewels.
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